half-past

It feels a lot later than it is. Not sure where that's coming from--probably because most of the house is asleep and the house is half-bare. They cleared most of the house out because they're throwing a party tomorrow. You'd think someone should be proud because I'm going to be writing my papers instead of at the house, or at the "non-frat's" formal because they invited the whole house. Honestly, this must mean we rock. Or something.

Everything else means that I'm a slacker who's paying for it by having to write papers instead of hanging out with my friends.


There's this park over where my dad used to live and I haven't been there in a few months. When we were younger, we'd walk over there all the time after school. It wasn't that far from the school we went to and is just down the street from where my mom and uncles went to primary school. There's this big ampitheater on one half of the park and you can hear everything all around you--anything you say gets sent in waves to the apartments hundreds of yards away. On the other half, there's the playground that we went to last year sometime when they were deciding the EB and Sarah was stressed out. Between the two is a baseball diamond.

During the day in the summer, you can walk through the park and there are all of these people just laying in the grass and relaxing. Once, I walked the dog through there and there were all these people decked out in suits stretched out and enjoying their one hour of freedom before another six and then home. And I still have pictures of the paintings that one artist used to draw on the stage every summer. Somewhere, we have the words written down. It went with this quote from Sleepers--about being young and the nights and the streets lay sparkling ahead and on and on and on.